Being of age for alcohol, I figured I could contribute to their stash. So when the final bell rang, I headed to the nearest liquor store. Browsing the...shelves, I settled for some rich, red wine and several cheap six packs of beer. Going to the counter, I flashed my ID and an easy smile. The horny boy on the other side of the counter never stood a chance. Flustering a bit, he glanced at my ID and quickly scanned the liquor. Placing each in bags with practiced ease, he handed them to me in a. Attached on either side were what looked like giant fangs of varying sizes. The Legate sneered as the beast swung at him. A swipe of his blade sent a spray of blood across the road. Another swipe was batted away, leaving two of its arms crippled. Wailing in agony, the monster roared. As it did, something was shot out of its mouth. I stood in awe as the object struck the Legate’s weapon, then erupting into bloody pieces. It’d vomited up one of the corpses of its allies! The Legate had been. The other one was Snakes. He was on the other side of the office.Leaping over the counter towards Cockney. On seeing me, he froze where he was standing. With the Glock in my hand, I struck him on the side of the face knocking him out. Turning to snakes, he was making a move towards one of the desks. Pointing the gun in front of him I fire a warning shot on the desk. At the same time yelling.“That’s a warning. Next one will splatter your brains on the wall behind you.” He stopped, putting his. Since I am now an object, chattel of limited value, an animal, I think of myself as an it a thing to be used, or not, by my owners or their agents. By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the proper words to do so. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of itself as other than an it, is stressful, reminding it of the way it used to think when it was a person, and the nightmarish pain that it now.